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Chan has everything you could want in life: a nice apartment, a stable career, a tight knit group of friends, no dietary restrictions, a high alcohol tolerance, merino wool socks, and a roommate who's in love with him.
Of course, Chan can't—shouldn't—reciprocate. Even though he loves his roommate back, even though he already knows there's no one else for him.
Why, you might be asking? Well, for starters, once a month, every month, Chan turns into a five feet long body pillow.
No, he's not joking.
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The fledgling stares at him with the vacant, unsettling, unblinking stare, not unlike a wolf or a bear.
“What’s your name? Do you remember?”
No response. The fledgling’s eyes flicker across Jihoon’s face, and Jihoon patiently waits for some of its humanity to rise to the surface.
“I can help you. I’m what you are. A vampire.” Jihoon stands, extends a hand. “Come on. We better get under some shade or something.”
Jihoon’s trudging along, quick and light on his feet lest an early morning waker sees the ghastly image of the pair of them, when his supernatural hearing picks up on a single word from the fledgling’s mouth.
“Wonwoo,” the fledgling mutters. His voice is scratchy, barely audible, even to Jihoon, but his voice is deep and wondrous, as if he had also just discovered something about himself.
Jihoon smiles. “Lee Jihoon.”
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- Part 3 of dino's twelve useless hyungs
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“Does it hurt? The knot?” Chan traces a nonsensical pattern into the upholstery, two bright red spots on his cheeks.
Wonwoo opens his mouth, and then closes it, and then opens it again. He finally snaps back to himself when he realizes just how much he resembles a dying fish. “Um. Well. It’s different for everyone.”
With a lethal eyebrow raise, Chan states, “So, yes.”
“A little.” Wonwoo frowns. “If you don’t want to participate, you don’t have to, Channie. I know it’s a bit soon after—everything, and if this is too much too fast, then just say the word, and we can whisk you away from all this. Maybe a hotel…” he muses, already spinning back-up plans.
“No, I wanna be there.” Chan’s ensuing pout is lethal. Wonwoo presses his own lips together in an effort to keep his hands to himself. “I just…wanna be prepared.”
Wonwoo can’t help the smirk that tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Oh, Channie, honey. I don’t think this is something you can ever feel prepared for.”
Or,
Seungcheol's rut is close approaching, and poor Chan can barely keep up.
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- Part 2 of dino's twelve useless hyungs
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Chan thought he lucked out: cheap rent, single room, huge house, ensuite bathroom, great location, twelve cool, pretty, talented, hardworking hyungs. What more could a man want?
Until he starts to notice that some things are...capital W Weird.
Where are these twelve hyungs?
Why is the house so clean, despite being full of—for lack of better words—men?
How is the fridge always stocked, yet no one seems to go out for groceries?
Why are there always tangerines in Dino’s room?Or,
Chan unknowingly stumbles right into the biggest pack/coven/nest/clan this side of the Han River, and has to deal with everything that comes with it.Series
- Part 1 of dino's twelve useless hyungs
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“Let’s make a bet,” Seungcheol finds himself saying. It’s the heat, he says to himself. The hot, Hawaii heat, that tracks sweat down Mingyu’s neck, his abs, into the waistband of his Calvin Klein underwear. That’s his excuse, he thinks. That’s why his mouth spills, “First to ten gets a blowjob.”
Mingyu trips forward from where he had been picking up his ball, nearly braining himself on the standard. He turns back to Seungcheol, who’s just a little satisfied to see that Mingyu has already flushed a beautiful, brilliant red.
“Wh-huh?” Mingyu’s eyebrows have disappeared into his hairline (“perfect, natural hairline,” his internal Seungkwan snickers).
“Winner gets his dick sucked.” Seungcheol shrugs. “What’s not to get?”